In the early 90s, my parents transferred me to a college that was formed on the basis of a local politician, education began with the 8th grade and in the 1st year there were no problems, schoolchildren-botanists got into their paradise. Under the college gave the whole floor of the main universe, students were offended by the school too much difference and again in the universe studied mostly the same botanists, teachers were excellent, part of the subjects were conducted by universe teachers. But in the "light" head of the crowned horno came the idea that it is necessary to transfer the college to a regular school, because you do not understand this by standards, there is no school dining room and the gym is too big. We were taken and transferred to a school on the outskirts of the city, to a regular school, only we studied in the second shift, about how we got there and there from the whole city this is a separate song. The lessons ended at the same time as the work of adults at 17.00, and sometimes later at 18.30, and teenagers threatened to storm overcrowded trolleybuses with at least ripped clothes and exhausted shoes. But the most “fun” was that the local high school students and birds loved to have fun with the “smart guys” as they called us, we were not local and there was no one to join us + we usually had money to travel. By the end of the class, a crowd of 15-20 people gathered outside the gym, taking our pennies or beating just for fun, those who had lessons until 18.30 in the winter left the school already in the dark.
They could go to school on a change and beat a couple of people just like that. Parents complained to the director, appealed to the police, but without any reason, a couple of people were put on the register in the children's room of the police and all.
I was quite tall for my age at 14 years already 180 cm and quite thin, respectively standing out, several times I was pulled out of the crowd and beaten silently without asking for money, just to intimidate others, I tried as much as I could to repel (do judo), but usually it only disappointed the others. My mother complained to my father, (my father was a military officer, captain of the RWSN), he saw that I was in the blues, but said that I needed to do exercise and train and said everything would be okay, for the boys to fight normally.
As soon as I was stuck in the corridor at the last change of 12 people and melted my legs so that I broke my nose and arm, the hospital also discovered a brain shock. After a couple of days, my dad took me to the police, we wrote a statement, the investigator told my father that they would not do anything anyway, because minors, if they were killed or murdered, would then be sent to the colony, and so it is just children's dismantling. My father asked me about what was happening, quietly silenced and said that he would find out. He went to the director of the school and our classroom, of course, without reason. Then I talked to the parental committee, with the same result.
I only know about further from the words of my classmates since I was in the hospital. In the evening, 3 lightheads came to the school with dirt-trapped numbers, from where 12 people came out in military uniform but without signs of distinction, with crooked faces and soldiers' belts cut off the schoolchildren's cheeks, slapped their pins from their legs and strapped their belts for 5 minutes. Then we sat in the cars and left. A week later it repeated. And then again. The third time I already saw it with my own eyes, in general, I was not surprised to recognize the silhouette of my father with a belt in his hands... After the third time at the school, a policeman’s bowl began to shut down and everything was silent. The next year we were transferred to the universe building again.
P.S The bird that broke my nose I met on the river on May 1, 5 years later, only weighed I at that time not 63 kilos, but 90 and was already kms.